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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

My Falling For The First Time offering: an excerpt of my hero and heroine's first meet from

This Side of Dead

All things considered, it wasn’t what he had expected from death.

His lids flickered open. "Am I in Heaven?" he muttered. His blurry angel hovered over him. His vision focused on eyes warm and blue like the waters of the Caribbean, but he felt the icy chill of a stroll in a walk-in freezer.

"You'll be in Hell if you don’t find the wherewithal to get up on your feet and haul your ass out of here with me," she said.

"Are you an angel?" A soggy, shivering, angry angel. She was Casper-the-Friendly-Ghost white, that was for sure. With the full moon up above, she practically glowed in the dark. The black ringlets of hair framing her white face and blue lips made for a strikingly haunting visual combination. "You’re beautiful."

Tilting her head adorably, she said, "Aw, thanks." Then through a clenched jaw, she growled, "Now get up." She pulled on his arms until he reluctantly sat up.

Mal didn’t know what he had expected from the afterlife, but not unbearable cold, lightheadedness and a forced nighttime march through the dark forest of death. "I’m cold."

Tightening her grip on his biceps, she said, "No, buoy boy, I’m cold."

"Will you spend eternity with me, my angel?"

"Get. Up." She helped heave him to his feet.

Malcolm wavered on unsteady legs. His head spun—or everything around him did—and he bent to puke out a stomachful of murky river water. "Oh. My. God. I’m alive. Death could not possibly be this miserable."

"You can thank me later," she said. Thank her later?

"You did this? You saved me? Why?"

She bounced on her toes, wrapping her arms around her body, straitjacket style. "I know this sounds crazy, but we’re on death’s doorstep." Sounds crazy? Try looks crazy. Wild-eyed crazy

He glanced toward the all-too-familiar bridge in the distance. "Being on death’s doorstep is sort of what I was going for when I jumped off the bridge." Mal plopped back down on the ground to wait for Death to double back and fetch him. Her body heat would feel mighty good right about now, but would only slow his progression toward his blissful demise. Might be worth it.

"Get up," she demanded in a raspy Exorcist voice. Pointing to the bridge, she added, "You will not die today." He waited for her head to spin. Nothing. "Come back and try again tomorrow. I’ll be sure to be somewhere else."

He hung his head and shook like a jackhammer. "I can’t get up. Your friend was right. I’ve lost the will to live."

"He’s not my friend." His militant angel flung her wet t-shirt wildly over her head. Next, she skimmed her flirty skirt away.

Hallelujah! I am in heaven. "W-what are you doing?"

"I’m going to share my body heat," she replied. "We’ll get you up a couple degrees, and then you and I are going to hike out of here before the Grim Reaper returns."

"O-okay."

Wait. What? "The Grim Reaper?"

"Death," she whispered. In nothing but black bra and panties and little lacy socks poking out of mud-covered ankle boots that squished with each step she took, she straddled his lap. "He’s a crazy, necrophiliac killer. And that’s the best-case scenario." She ripped open his shirt, buttons flying hither and yon. It was like a Penthouse Forum dream come true. "Cannibalism might be involved."

Looking straight down at her cleavage, he asked, "Does this mean you

will spend eternity with me?"

His guardian angel flashed him a ring—either that or she’d flipped him off at the speed of light with the wrong finger. "I’m practically engaged, Bob."

"My name’s not Bob."

She peeled away his wet shirt and rubbed his arms with her hands in a none-too-gentle way. "Well it’s all I’ve seen you do so far besides whine, so I assumed."

Blurb:

On Memorial Day weekend, Cecilia Denton
hopped out of her boyfriend Brad’s car and leapt off a bridge. Far from
suicidal herself, she did it to save a jumper, but she had no idea of the chain
of events her heroic stunt would set in motion. Because Cecilia cheated the
Grim Reaper, Death claimed her boyfriend instead. Now, Cecilia and Malcolm, the
stranger whose life she saved, must go on a scavenger hunt of redemption.
Either they prove to Death that there’s more to humans than greed and despair,
or Death claims both Malcolm and Brad.

Malcolm Manchester didn’t ask to be
saved, and he sure doesn’t want to be Cecilia’s partner in a game of Beat the
Clock to restore Death’s faith in humanity. The heat is on Cecilia to give
Malcolm a reason to live before time runs out—or send him off with a bang.

Please leave me a comment with an email address and I will enter you in my drawing for an ecopy of This Side of Dead. Don't forget to check out the other Rites of Spring bloggers for additional great giveaways and more chances to enter for the grand prizes!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

I'm no fan of green beer (beer...yes...green beer...no), but with a name like Kelly Fitzpatrick, you can bet I'm Irish. And my favorite color is green, although you'd think from my blog that it's pink. I don't believe in Leprechauns, or their pot of gold, but I can appreciate a rainbow after a rain shower. I love Irish nachos, which is sliced potatoes smothered in cheese and onions and sour cream. Yum! Actually, I've never met a potato I didn't like. I also love Irish men, Irish heroes, and Irish names. Ian. Sean. Ryan. Enough about me. What about you?

Tell me what you love about the Irish. Favorite name, place, tradition, movie, book, author...whatever... How easy is that? And I'll enter you a drawing for an ecopy of Lily in Wonderland.

Blurb:

Lily
Tucker is down on her luck and considering a career strutting her stuff around
a pole when she gets a call about an unexpected inheritance. It’s every girl’s
dream—her estranged grandmother’s kicked the bucket, leaving Lily a house on a
private island in Wonderland.

When she
reaches Wonderland, though, she finds a house that’s more like a hovel, a job
waiting tables at the local diner, and a crime wave that seems to begin and end
with Lily herself. Sexy deputy Toby can’t decide if he should arrest her or
drag her off to bed—until it becomes clear that Lily’s not the criminal. She’s
the target.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

No Strings Attached! Okay, this is easy. For you and for me. I'm not even going to welcome you to my blog or invite you to poke around for blurbs. I might not even respond to your comments. At all. There are no strings attached.

I'm not going to ask you a question. Just leave your email address (you can say something if you want) so I can contact the random winner of an ecopy of This Side of Dead. Don't feel obligated to click on the link to Amazon or read the blurb. And don't forget to check out the other No Strings Attached participants. You know - if you want.

This Side of Dead

5 Star Romance Writer's Review

Blurb:

On Memorial Day weekend, Cecilia Denton hopped out of her boyfriend Brad’s car and leapt off a bridge. Far from suicidal herself, she did it to save a jumper, but she had no idea of the chain of events her heroic stunt would set in motion. Because Cecilia cheated the Grim Reaper, Death claimed her boyfriend instead. Now, Cecilia and Malcolm, the stranger whose life she saved, must go on a scavenger hunt of redemption. Either they prove to Death that there’s more to humans than greed and despair, or Death claims both Malcolm and Brad. Malcolm Manchester didn’t ask to be saved, and he sure doesn’t want to be Cecilia’s partner in a game of Beat the Clock to restore Death’s faith in humanity. The heat is on Cecilia to give Malcolm a reason to live before time runs out—or send him off with a bang.